Innocent murdered

Small, little, tender feet
The cutie pie runs on it
Afraid and petrified
He runs hard unaware
His mom is running
So is his father
He wants to catch up
So tries even harder.

Tried, tried and tried
Till he get tired
Ran, ran and ran
Till he's out of air
His feet gives up
And he fell down
Sea rose up
And took him in arms.

He didn't die
He's murdered
He didn't fail
He's failed
Murderer are we
Who's wants are more
Innocent was he
Who's wants were less.